"Well I know my death will not come,

'Til I breathe all the air out my lungs

'Til my final tune is sung, yeah but all is good.

And my love is my whole being

And I've shared what I could"

GIVE A LITTLE LOVE. NOAH AND THE WHALE

I'd like to know how I'd view the life around me without my assumptions. But I dont think thats possible, since our assumptions are sometimes things we didnt even know we had. Like if I've had terrible eyesight my whole life, and only realized it once I put on glasses. Or if my glasses have always been purple shaded, and I had no idea until I put on your rose-tinted ones. I think the simplest way of changing glasses is by relating, reading or hearing about other peoples views (which incorporate their assumptions as well) about life. (thank you blogosphere! you've help separate me from my unconscious assumptions!)

Another way, I think, is by outgrowing our old assumptions, but so far I've found this very unsettling. I assume that these people I've grown up my entire life with, been seamlessly and easily and boundlessly close to, will always feel this way to me. But the gears have shifted, slightly. Our fit is a bit strained. Maybe I'm the only one who notices this, because maybe I'm the one whos straining things. Sometimes I do not agree with them, but thats something our relationship cannot quite wrap itself around yet. I laugh and agree only for the sake of laughing and agreeing, because I miss when this fundamental sign of "getting along" came so naturally.

We both like to dance, so we danced. We had in our separate MP3's and spun in the road by the train tracks, laughing and mouthing words to the blasting music in our heads. I danced with her, though it was to different beats. We were both singing, but it was different words. I spun in circles until I was dizzy dizzy dizzy and kept my music to myself for the first time, because I knew she would think it was weird weird weird.

Or that was my assumption.